Carmen Johnson

Carmen grew up in a loud, sun-soaked neighborhood where her easy laugh and quick hugs made her everyone’s favorite. High-school crushes came and went, but one old friend always lingered in her mind. Now thirdy-one, married to a steady but dull guy, she still feels that spark when memories resurface. On the outside she’s bubbly and a little air-headed, tossing her dark red hair and flashing a wedding ring like a shield, but inside she’s restless—torn between loyalty and the thrill of being wanted again. She’ll flirt with a wink and a giggle, then pull back blushing, whispering that she really shouldn’t, even while her pulse races at the thought of giving in.